GANGSTA'S PARADISE COOLIO 1. GETO HIGHLITES What you gonna play now Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Every geto got a different name, but they all the same So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game We got homies who sell straps Homies who sell crack Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact Cause, you from the neighborhood niggas love Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas, and thugs To unwrap the strap before you know what The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck And broke all of the sills where the big G's live The little homie be gettin' out on account This time he might get stuck attempted One eight seven and he's a minor with pride So the DA want him tried as an adult The big homey just had a son no joking I think his baby's mom is smoking cause she always broke And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy And everybody and their momma talking bout OJ defense To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras Young niggas fightin' their case with public defenders Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate tired of stress Niggas who got warrants out for their arrest Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin' Dead cats in the street playing craps Niggas catchin dice with they feet Think they got the funk that one fool got stoked out Cos he's a mark with a gun The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1 now One time his d jacked a nigga and old bitch Liscence and registration "All I got is a drivers permit" Niggas can't have shit we got dogs that rip but don't even trip Welcome to Southern California Liquor stores and churches on every other corner Your little brother plays Bob Horner Darks raided the dope spot Eight year old kid got shot cos they mistook his BB gun for a glok And I ain't forgot about the homey Lano He got killed by a sucker way back in the eighties oh I heard the homies mighties is ballin' out of state He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8 Hey the homiez kickin' it real Yeh I hear what he's sayin' loc Sometimes it's just like that in the hood Yeh don't nothin' change of the game but the name That's right you know that's right To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up The house parties that's gonna always get shot up Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To the negros real to stop the violence All the niggers who loced up during the L.A. riots Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites The nigger with all 16 switches sitting ODs Who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat Pulling sex in through his back Now his momma ain't all black And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade They carried their dead homey to his grave Pour out a little liquor Homegirl down the street with the green eyes and big titties is getting thicker Neighborhood clubs beat him up and crackheads be selling tvs and vcrs For forty bucks so what's up Yesterday the homey commited a bank caper Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's paper His little girl's just now taking training wheels off her bike While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike The little homey just tripped and stripped Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped That's right OG's joining the nation and it's all good Big G's is retaliating cause they enemies are crossed out the hood Crackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks Dopedealers who serve liquor pieces for sex Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Young niggas going to school to be a doctor Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank Rollin D.B.s and then appear for robbing banks Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites This is just a little something for a nigga That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. to fade... _____________________________________________________________________ 2. GANGSTA'S PARADISE As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realise there's nothing left coz I've been blasting and laughing so long, that even my mama thinks that my mind is gone but I ain't never cross the man that didn't deserve it me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of you better watch how you're talking, and where you're walking or you and your homies might be lying in chalk I really hate to trip but i gotta loc As they groove I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight. They've been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise They've been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise The getto situation, they got me facing I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes so I gotta be down with the hood teen too much television watching got me chasing dreams I'm an educated fool with money on my mind got my tin in my hand and a grim in my eye I'm a low down gangsta set trippin' banger and my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, fool death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away, I'm living life, do or die, what can I say I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24 the way things are going I don't know Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me They've been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise They've been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise Power in the money, money in the power minute after minute, hour after hour everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking what's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cooking they say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me if they can't undersstand it, how can they teach me I guess they can't, I guess they won't I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool They've been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise They've been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me (fade out) _____________________________________________________________________ 3.TOO HOT Everybody listen up cuz I'm about to get my speak on Fools be trippin' when it's time to get their freak on Runnin' round town Puttin' it down Without no protection Funny erection When it's time for selection What's your direction? Before you make a choice you betta do some inspection If you don't know my aim, an' Don't know my game, then Let me explain now Aiesha slept wit' Mark Then Mark slept wit' Tina Then Tina slept wit' Javier An' the first time he seen her Javier slept wit' Loopy An' Loopy slept wit' Rob Cuz he was rollin' on beeds an' had a goodass job Rob slept wit' Lisa who slept wit' Steve, an' Steve was positive H.I.V. What started off as a plan Ended up in the plot Ya betta cool ya ass off Cuz it's too damn hot.... (Chorus) Oooh It's Too Hot T o o H o t Too Hot lady T o o H o t Gotta run for shelter Gotta run for shade It's Too Hot T o o H o t Too Hot homie T o o H o t Gotta make some sense from this mess that we made Your doin' everything momma told ya not to do Now you're tryin' to walk away cuz ya know it's true Your sister can't explain, an' Your mother's a shame, too I bet you both had the same last name I don't have to ask you where you've been Cuz the matches in your purse say Holiday Inn A mind is a terrible thing to waste that was the slogan But now it's '95 an' it's don't forget the Trojan Explained it to her momma Before somebody get her got her Help her to the game with those smooth talkin' niggas 'Love' is the word So is 'remember' it often heard Latex Safe sex You better learn to get hip to the facts Before you be yacko End up in a box on your back Sometimes ya axed me what you wanted Get what you got Don't get up in the plot It's too damn hot... -Chorus- Another day in the city, an' Know what a pity Even though we did our duty things are still lookin' shitty Everybody in the packstack tryin' to make some scraps Walkin' in the rain but they ain't got no hat Understand how we livin' in the 90's loc Nuclear waste kind of a pleasin' in the pistol smoke Sex, lies, and videotape an' break Just a little public crime can seal your fate We need to do something drastic shit It's gettin' tragic And if you don't believe me Then go ask Magic Everybody an' their momma preaching abstenence, these Kids ain't checking for abster shit So put a condom in their hand and hope it don't bust Another victim of the lust In God we trust What started off as a plan Ended up in the plot Water can't cool it off cuz it's too damn hot.... -Chorus(extended)- _____________________________________________________________________ 4.CRUISIN' I love it when we're cruisin' together I love it when we're cruisin' together Baby get in we fixin' to cruise till we can't You got the drink I got the denk and we done stopped at the bank Sunbeamin' this weekend heading down that beach way Messin' with my girl's hair one of them games that we play Braids bouncin to the beat feel me coming down the street She gotta be a freak if she's sittin' next to me so Shine up your hoopty and fall in line Bring your honey if she's fine and we gon have a good time To the outskirts of first buzzin off the erky jerks Swoopin while I puts in work now watch me skirt I heard 'em callin' me but then I ball and see Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys The breeze is hittin' don't think you'll catch me strippin' 40 Thevz Wino and gat got that back when we're dippin To the west coast down south in your direction Throwin up the hood cruisin' come on we jettin' I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us Come on in my lap get in an' twist the cap Hand him the jizz back clowin up the coast like that Take a ray all nice in back seat pete Just do a rollin' top down ready to hit the street Shoulder to shoulder turn their heads cause it's a black thing Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped won't be no jacket Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie Wind be on my neck the beach caress my thighs now I hope he's high Ready to get my groove on so I'm playing teams Know when he's feelin' me, and what those feelin's be Kinda' flossy cause tossy we do it on seat tip Snuggled up freaky dick give the drink a sip Leaning on his chest I feel security Just my man and me against the world you understandin' me Cruisin' till the sunsets yep we'll be headin out Dippin' through the city me and my niggys what I'm talkin about I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us Sunday afternoons in the tape deck My woman's on the right lookin bomb for this trek deck Floatin' on the freeway at a cool 65 Malika rolls the top so's I can feel that rocky mountain high yeah Take the wheel while I shake off this hairbrush Yep I'm down the bus like no one like what Watchin' the sunset be the flyest with the top down Park up at the spot I ain't gonna front I'm tryin to mess around Your homies still around Yeah they busy though That's all I need to know roll up the windows and lock the door It's all that poppin on that cooze got me worked up Turn up the beat and bump in-between the seats some Yeah that's how we do it on the western hemisphere All my homies be a man cause ain't no pretendin' Cruisin feel the wind blow my brain back Trippin off into the night bumpin' to a fat track yeah I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us _____________________________________________________________________ 5.EXERCISE YO' GAME When I was fifteen years old Straight dog game I was told I went from selling pennies in a writers dike Time and ass through the psychic breaker Situation critical phone home Phone home Talk about my digital Call phone Ya seen a boatload of situations Fedanglelations invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations Boy I tell you she was pitiful Damn Hopefully repentable Get it right I try to stay away from artificial plastic ass Blow the motherfucking individual Exercise your game man Cause things is changin' and rearrangin' Exercise your game man Just use your brain man don't run the same game Exercise your game man Fertilize your grass player get that cash Exercise your game man But you gotta make it last One low loco gone ride away Into the sunset but I ain't done yet Respect yourself and wear your best Keep your guard up cause we'll be hard up When your hittin' dips better check your clip And watch the police and the Bloods and the Crips Anyway you do it gotta pay your dues Keep one in the chamber cause the shoes always loose Rubber wheels beat rubber heels anyday Put the green in your jeans and get the hoes out your halo Or you can stay broke while your homies is rollin smokes And sippin yak and smokin denk and tellin' jokes Babap babap Fool you get laughed at I worked to hard for mine to let you take a dime No pain no gain no pocket change Prepare yourself for battle Exercise your game Exercise your game man Make your money grow don't you be no ho though Exercise your game man Keep your work so tight to make your stash stay right and Exercise your game man Fertilize your grass player get your cash Exercise your game man Player get your coins be like Donald goin's Have heart have money ride Have heart have money man I got next you wanna run with me homey Well I don't need players in the paint that can't do nothing for me Show me get down nigga we can make something happen I'm west coast east side hoodlum gansta rappin Niggas say you want to be affiliated Well let me warn you I'm the kinda player that's really hated I'm rated X like Malcolm E-40 Coolio and Kam sprinkle game like talcum You won't to make money in this game well let me show you How to do for self cause ain't nobody gonna do it for you Oh you frontin' like lint if you waitin on the mystery god Cause ain't nobody gonna give you shit You got's to get up off your ass and put yourself in heaven on Earth Before you pass and exercise your game Exercise your game fool Peep game from a young ass Rollin on the one way Foot to the gas got that indo mixed with hash Monday through Sunday and all in-between I fend for my papers my self and my dream Ain't no busters or no suckers on my team or wear my patches Call the pimp You can call me the rat Watch my feet hit the track ain't no lookin' back I'm on a mission trying to put my fucking click on a mac But these niggas don't know the half Runnin with riff raff but I got some game for your bitch ass Cause your game is weaker than an anorexic I exercise my game until I had my game perfected I wrote the game on paper then I put the game on record You better check it nigga don't you every disrespect it E-X-E-C-I-S-E-Y-O-G-A-M-E-4-G Thevz in the house better exercise yo' game Exercise yo' game Have heart have money ride Have heart have money man Yell-O yell-o Exercise yo game man Make your money grow don't you be no ho though Exercise yo game man Keep your work so tight to make your stash stay right and Exercise yo game man Fertilize your grass player get that cash and Exercise you game man But you gotta make it last _____________________________________________________________________ 6. 1,2,3,4 (Sumpin' New) -- Chorus -- 1 2 3 4 get your women on the floor Gotta Gotta get up get down Gotta Gotta get up get down Rhyme 1: What up everybody so glad to hear it's Coolio put'n the flow back in your ear coz it ain't fantastic voyage, but I'm still on a mission to see if I can get your attention Now I want to drop some information just a little addin' touch to your education I live my life by code on the 1st 600 AM AT's in the trunk Word is on the streets you gotta feel my beat, so throw your hands up if your down with the C double O, L, I, O with the flow I'm lookin' for the party so better be dope 1 2 3, it's like abc if hip hop didn't pay , I'd rap for free slide slide but that's the path I got some brand new for that ass -- Chorus -- Rhyme2: If you got beefed then you eat the porkchops coz I got it goin, you know it don't stop I break like danny lights, many stops from hood to hood, block to block Help, I need somebody they gettin it goin on this party baby you could do it, take your time to a ride would you be interrested in doin' it all damn night But I aint no murderer but gonna rob that girl get more puffs than a jerry curl too many lookin' whos be lookin' for clues there's a party goin on now whatcha gonna do, so Grab your partner, do C do if you don't know who it is, it's Coolio slide slide but that's the path I got some brand new for that ass -- Chorus -- Rhyme3: Push, push in the front but don't step on your toes coz you might get squshed it's the brother from around the way and when i say i live on the corner, i won't be like Dr Dre Comin' at them with a fatem, in a fresh pair atom so I hope you don't trick us, I don't want to have to get them so move your body baby, try the homeys steady the way you shake your reary, always a favy Ain't no party like the west coast party coz the west coast party don't stop so when you still young clickin' and the chevy aint switchin', then you gotta get new job. I got size to hypnotize to move you on the motion Coolio got the potion to kick the party open slide slide but that's the path I got some brand new for that ass. -- Chorus extended, fade out -- _____________________________________________________________________ 7. FOR MY SISTAS Now I didn't use the word bitch a few times in a rhyme, but Now it's '95 so let me drop a line This goes out to the young black queens On the neighborhood scene Who haven't lost their dream I know sometimes it seems like it ain't no love And to get where you go ya got to push an' shove Around the way girl with hope in your heart Do his five in the purse an' five in the start She's the kinda woman ya take home to momma The only kind you ever let get past the drama Coolio know that you ain't no ho And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat Queen of the entire universe And you know how I know that you were put here first An' to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya Accept my apologies for my brothaz.... (Chorus) My...sista... Give it up for my sistas Give it up for my sistas Give it up for my sistas You're all I need... Princess of the Nile An' sweet black sexy child Ooh I like your style, huh First motha on the planet I know it's gettin' scary And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet But ya gotta shake 'em off like fleas an' nigga meat And use your God-given talents and abilities No matta where ya from ya get much respect From the top of your neck to your county check I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn Brick house with a face like Leena Horne I ain't no cap to save a ho But I got your front An' your side an' your back if that's what ya want So when it's time to put it down I won't be runnin' Ya got a dear lil' somethin' like Harriet Tubmanm, huh No matta what ya do or where ya go Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio.... -Chorus- Hernie Dipp got the lips, finga tips, and the hips Ta make mice outa the crazy-ass Bloodz and Crypts Make a nigga sing a song all night long Til' his voice is gone Wit' no music on You can be a busta on a hardass low An' should be down wit' your ass when your poor and broke And um uh Every time ya need I'll owe ya Gotta do is make a phone call, cuz When ya say 'come' ya know she's on her way Wit' no hesitance An' any type of the leg I talk about my granny Batana, an' Vanita Jacki an' Nicole an' Grandy an' Artisha I gots to give credit where credit is due An' all credit that is credited is credit to you I give praise to your wayz An' for all my day Apologies much respect to the sons I raise.... -Chorus(extended)- _____________________________________________________________________ 8. IS THIS ME Yeah 1996 Coolio with the flow Rated R superstar LV that's right Mossberg Smith & Wesson Forty-five let me tell you how I learned my lesson House party in the hood at some niggas I don't know But I had to go they had a house full of hos I stepped into that party with my nigga high off that head The hos is looking good so we try to make a friend for night Let's get it right let's get it straight But now these punkass niggas in the party want to play a hate I'd bust a cap to save a rat so what's up with that It's 1996 so these bustas get no kinda of doubt Like American Express here we go again I never leave home without it so don't even think about it Just let me leave and I won't have to make you bleed But if you make an offensive move then I'm gonna have to show a groove Back up off let's keep it soft Don't make me have to show you who these 16 bosses be This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside Way back in the days we dudes don't forget a name Now everybody wants the fame but things change ain't the same All these sucker set-trippin killin for no reason That's why I never leave the house without my nina I love my baby carry my baby whereever I go For these suckers get in a twist they say I beat their pimpin Stop wishin you was in my shoes And learn to be yourself stop acting like somebody else It's ninety-six and most of the homeys thinking of six feet The six I found out if you wear partners where the friends go Every week you don't see me I gotta put at work I guess the shit don't stop till my gaskets drop Stop hating my life and get your own Be true to this game or this game will do you cold Everywhere I go I got my back I hate to do my all black but I must stay strapped This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside No no oooo I can't escape this life I been trying to live in piece but these fools won't cease They insist with their bullshit so I got a full clip Chitty-chitty bang-bang doin it's a new thing One shot from a Jake .38 can make your brain ache I'm the kinda nigga that don't believe in frontin' But if you run up on me trippin you best believe I'm dumpin' I got bills to pay and kids to raise And a whole generation of lost niggas to save So I ain't got time for that yip yap If you start some static I'm gonna have to blow your mind back Believe that nigga daisy if you do it's true Fuck with Coo you get done that's how we do it to it Don't start no shit and it won't be none son But if you do I'm going for my gun Like Doc Holliday a nigga ain't scary So if you want to trip then I'll be your huckleberry This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really really really ain't me But the streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside _____________________________________________________________________ 9. BRIGHT AS THE SUN Starlight Starbright First star I see tonight I wish I may I wish I might Get this lick I try to hit tonight.... Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Everytime I think about it I still can't understand What night these niggaz think they don't need a plan Cuz if you don't have a plan, then Tell me what you got The old get rich quick scheme Or bust her ass Broc Niggaz be punkin' out loc Dyin' over nothin' It's the ghetto witchdoctor with another loco potion Hickory Dickory Thievory Trickory Povorty Misory Pleads to insanoty Homocide Rivalry Garnd theft buglory Purgory Emergency surgory A.P.B. They lookin' for a G You ran through a field Hopped a fence And climbed a tree 9-1-1 Here they come for him Nigga wit' a gun Now your ass is done Ain't nowhere to hide Ain't nowhere to run Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun.... (Chorus) Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Bright as the sun Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Bright as the sun It seems nowadays Just to get some respect Ya gots to roll a Lex and collect a fat check Or come around the corner on 3 Hobbit Blockin' up the street Flossin' back on your keys An' everybody's sayin' you're the man loc Never broke An' high off that pream old smoke Sippin' in the seat Rollin' in the ragtop Chevy '63 The p.i.m.p. On top of the game But now you're gettin' laid Cuz that gak weed o' yay is playin' tricks on your brain You're lookin' for a way out Before your game play out Cuz once you game play out Ya lose all ya' kriz out Late one night you was rollin' down the block With a half a pint of yat and the twenty dollar rock One-time got behind you and they told you to stop But you kept rollin' cuz ya said you wasn't broke Out like a sucka You dumb mothafucka Now the chase is on An' here go the song How the hell do you think you can run When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun -Chorus- Lockdown since the '80 situation number three, a Nigga is released from the penitentary Fools betta recognize An' visualize Don't be suprized Ya betta realize They gotta plan fo' your ass, a Cage for the mask, so If you're rollin' dirty ya then ya betta have a stash Spot in your whoopty An' know the whoompty whoofty When the whoompty whafty is done unto you, see He don't know the new game B'cuz the new game ain't true game Well he betta catch her quick Becuz the old game is runnin' Nine is his waist That's the new game loc, cuz If you ain't heated then you might get smoked He was walkin' down the street Mindin' his business Just happy to be free And what do we see? From the corner of his house Here come one-time So off he dashed Like they set fire to his ass Cuz if he get caught It's strike number three An' this might be his last day on the street I bet next time you'll listen when I tell ya son That the helicopter light's as bright as the sun -Chorus(extended)- _____________________________________________________________________ 10. THE REVOLUTION I'm seein' bodiez in the alley and blood in the valley From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light Take a real close at what it look like A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit Playin tag with body bag, Bullets, And bloody rag And did you put the dodge on the toe tag? Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomarrow Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps, and sorrow Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do Make sure what you believe is real and true Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' come to realize My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes Like A T an' T ya gotta make a switch O' get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch.... -Chorus- When the Revolution come I'm gonna be up front With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump When the Revolution come I'm gonna be right there With my nine in the air and braids in my hair I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah Lootin' an' shootin' I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in Niggaz don't be doin' what they 'posed to do They betta post on the corna with the busta crew Playin' games I used to play back in '79 With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie If you want some respect ya won't be individual On the nigga nuts cuz he rollin' in the Sixty-fo' Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all But one day there's gonna be a final call That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle This ain't no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothafuckin' self I trust.... -Chorus- Way back in the dayz we used to sling 'em in the street But now when niggaz get beat They wanna go an' get their heat Everybody know that you know how to kill But tell me do you how to let a nigga live I gotta dream that maybe one day Niggaz can't fight then walk away I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them pistols up, an' Shoot 'em from the shoulders To show them you can hold your I sing the song of the fight of the black man In America In a state of hysteria No longa will I accept the second rate I plan to set the record straight b'fore I disobey Its the one - two combination punch to the throat There's a hole in ya boat bitch That's all she wrote Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothafuckin' self I trust.... -Chorus- When the Revolution come I'm gonna be straight loc Goin' out in a cloud of pistol smoke The Revolution come........... ........The Revolution come.............